Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev

Children Song - Poem by Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev

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Why is that quinsy’s mouth red like fire?Isn’t it because it’s chewing betel?Let the new fiancée of my fatherHurry up so they can meet each otherHe’ll extend to her a hearty welcome,Welcome her with rice, he will not hit her.It’s my mother who will poke her eyes out,She will rip the guts out of her stomach.